You're not alone. I was "trying out" one of my mom's super jumbo tampons on my pre-menstrual vagoo when I was 12. It went in ok, but trying to pull it out was TORTURE.

Thank you so much! This will come in handy when I have to explain to my niece why she should stay far away from places like Chatroulette (her parents have never heard of it so it falls to the worldly spinster aunt to educate I suppose).

I would appreciate a link to more information, if you have one.

My brother and his wife recently uploaded all these professionally taken photographs of their month old baby girl. Most of them were just cute naked baby pictures but it still gave me a squicky feeling, because I knew there are probably perverts out there are furiously beating off to them.

Perverts can find anything sexy. Even innocent pictures of children.

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You must have the patience of a saint. It's true, they do seem to get off on our pain a little.

My cats like to knead on my breasts. I have no idea why and it hurts like hell. One cat used to wait til I was in a semi-conscious state and headbutt them.

Thanks for the tip! I'll have to ask for some Deep Throat - though I'll feel a bit silly saying it.

I've tried that at a makeup counter once and it barely showed up on my ghostly pale skin. Maybe I wasn't applying it properly, but I was expecting more after hearing all the raves about it,

I wish I could learn to apply blush like hers, to get that soft glowey "I Just Got Done Fucking On A Cloud" look.

Well that makes perfect sense actually. Thank you Dr. Caenct!

I'm glad it's not just me! I always panic that if I don't pee right afterwards I'll develop a terrible UTI.

What I'd like science to figure out next: why can't I pee for at least half an hour after I have an orgasm? I need to pee. But it won't come out. So frustrating. I know men have this problem due to... anatomical issues. But I'm a woman.

Tell me about it. I was attacked by an emu at a petting zoo. They remind me of the velociraptors from Jurassic Park. Unholy bird demons from hell.

I graduated with my B.A. 14 months ago. Been living with my horrible parents ever since. I've applied for every job in my field, and every job not. My degree, professionally tailored resume, cover letter, cheerful demeanor, and wardrobe mean nothing. I can't even get a job at fucking Walmart. I'd move out but most…

Aha! So that's the ticket. *runs off cackling, pulling stuffing out of cushions*

I know, right? I wish I could get my hair to do that. Anytime I try to give it some volume, god forbid a teeny Snookie poof, and it just falls over in a sad pile.

The Gibson Girl look is coming back, baby!

I once had a guy ask me about the consistency of my poops on the first date. There wasn't a second date.